Chapter 22: (Hana)

Euphoria wracked her body, lighting running up and down her spine as her toes curled, her core tightening and sopping tunnel clenching over her fingers. Undeterred, her fingers continued to curl needily even as she tightened around them, the spongy g-spot demanding more as those waves cascaded through her.

Ear buds transmitting their sounds like she was under him, Hana moaned in rhythm with Kaylie, her body writhing like she was the one being bred.

“My mate,” Hana whimpered, the words sending her into another shudder of pure bliss as they stroked something deep within her. “Yes, Kal. Deep inside. My mate.”

Groaning in frustration, Hana rewound the video to the moment Kal pressed into Kaylie once more. Her thumb rubbing her sore clit as she fed a third finger into herself, Hana grunted like a feral animal as she drove herself to an even bigger orgasm.

The savage nature of their mating, the biting and growling as their bodies shuddered from the impacts of his thrusts made Hana’s throat go dry. Kaylie’s cries filled with pure lust, her womb being flooded with Kal’s hot cum as his knot expanded to tear more ecstasy from her drove Hana to the edge once more.

Leg muscles tensing so hard her hips left the mattress, Hana could only gurgle in need, her orgasm still unable to relieve the deep-seated desire in her loins, her wombs desperate demand for Kal’s potent seed unanswered.

Hana’s ragged breathing filled the room, her body slumping, unfulfilled, back to her sweat-soaked mattress, hair plastered to her face as she shivered. Her fingers cramped, forcing her to withdraw them from the incessant sucking of her pussy, the pads pruned liked she’d been in a tub for hours.

It wasn’t enough.

She needed more.

Panting as she continued watching Kal and Kaylie’s gentle aftercare as they snuggled and whispered sweet nothings to one another, vowing to always be with one another, Hana’s heart ached at that closeness. She’d never found that connection ... not out there. Not like Kaylie had with Kal.

With a tired hand, Hana flipped to the live view of Kal’s room, their naked forms gently spooning in his bed. He nibbled on her ear and pulled Kaylie tight as she purred in response, snuggling deeper into his warm hold.

Hana wet her lips, flipping back to the sitting room. Zooming into the carpet, the spot where Kal had so savagely pounded Kaylie through her orgasms, she spied the gooey treasure that had leaked from Kaylie’s packed tunnel before the knot had locked it all in.

Globs of cloudy cum beaded upon the strands of the carpet, calling to her.

Nodding to herself, she finally dropped the phone. Pulling herself laboriously from her mattress, she crawled along the door. Finally able to find some strength in her shaking legs, she arose, in search of what was hers.

Quiet as a mouse, Hana slipped from her room, Melissa’s gentle snoring still emanating from her room; a testament to her ability to sleep through even an earthquake.

Making her way to the sitting room, she sank to all fours, the air cooling her dripping wetness as her slip clung to her. Reaching her target, she lowered her head, her brown hair spilling all around her as her tongue lapped at the pungent cum waiting for her. That taste seared into her brain, her whimpers spilling out as her body twitched with need.